"Master, I think you would want to know this," Bella spoke out. There was a hint of nervousness in her voice.
A middle-aged fierce man emerged from the dark. There was a rough scar running across his mid-face, extending from one. Scary marks of stitches were left around his neck. His hair was messily scattered, but those dark eyes of his were deep and intimidating, making him appear sinister.
"What?" he questioned— his voice coming out hoarse and commanding.
"Violet— the father of her child is Sylas Hale. The Sylas Hale who had done this to you," Bella responded after taking in a deep breath.
Hearing Bella mention that name caused shadows to appear in his eyes. His jaw visibly clenched, and he folded his hand in a tight fist.
"Sylas Hale." The name rolled off his tongue in bitterness and anger.
"She is pregnant with his child?"
